Post by Kevin Dahlia on Feb 15, 2013 14:56:34 GMT -4
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M E L T D O W N
Kevin Dahlia V. Cid Phoenix
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If a mortal stands before us,
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"Bone Marrow" - Protest the Hero
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[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Now do you see what happens when you don't fuckin' listen to me?!"
»» |His lividness reverberated in each individual word he distastefully articulated. He spurred in vast anger with his words echoing from wall to wall within the confines of his richly decorated office. The windows behind him expressed a gloom ridden and darkly clouded rain storm; picturesque, in regards to the negative aura that proliferated this particular situation. Kevin sat before him, a desk dividing the two individuals. Solemnly sat, he voicelessly accepted the perpetuating consequences of his failure to acquire victory. At this time, silence was his only exchange for dialogue.| ««
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "... ... ..."
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "-sigh- Kevin, you can't let this happen when you face, Phoenix this week on Meltdown. I mean... haha, really? Can you imagen being beaten by him? So listen, if anything, that "showing" you had at the last Meltdown, should be more than evidence enough to always follow and support my leadership."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "...Hm?"
»» |This struck a peculiar nerve of disdain and perplexity for, Kevin. He mused the statement momentarily, chewing it over within his mind. With a singular eye-brow cocked upward, Kevin retaliates to the statement made by an aggravated, Chase Washington, who has been more than willing to express his monumental disdain, thus far.| ««
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Wow wow wow. Let’s slow this down a tad. My loss to the "Natural Born Killers" somehow stems from NOT accepting you as a guiding light? A leader? Aha... I'm sorry, but I'm the in-ring tactician, and the athlete here. Please do explain."
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Listen..."
»» |Before further progressing his statement, Chase exhales with great depth. It was almost as though he hoped to purge his negative state of mind by doing so. Ascending a single arm, he brushes his palm against the grain of his facial hair a few times, his eyes not yet meeting with Kevin's eagerly inquisitive blue eyed stare; awaiting an answer to inquiry. After a slight momentary lapse, persisting for about five, perhaps six seconds, Chase begins to answer.| ««
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "You lost at Survive & Conquer. Very abruptly. Your ring rust was waaay more than evident. Then, with my guidance, advice, and YES, leadership, I helped you reach victory in your Meltdown debut. Then, you go without even the slightest bit of contact last week, and BLAMO. What happens? You and Evan McDonald lose, and to the "Natural Born Killaz". Not only that, but you are the very reason your team suffered defeat bud. You got pinned. I think you need to realize, my word, and my tactics are YOUR keys to unlocking victory."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "How unbelievably pretentious of you, Chase."
»» |A devious smile, overwhelmed with megalomania like characteristics, coils comfortably on Washington’s lips. he allows a momentary lapse of silence to loom, soaking in the condescending remark, as though it was one designed with intent of boosting his ego. A smile of pseudo-charm negates the hurtful purpose of the aggravated Dahlias words. .| ««
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Maybe you should look up the definition of the word "pretentious" Kev. Cause see, my words ring nothing but truth. And I have factual evidence of such."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Such as?"
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Your track record buddy."
»» |Unimpressed with the insinuation, Kevin crosses his arms in a manner that resembles a young child upset with a deserved scolding from their parents. Inaudibly, he muses, and Chase waits, knowing his words echoed accuracy. He had stirred Dahlia while sending him to ponder the importance of keeping him around. Exactly what Chase intended. As Kevin persistently chews over the concept, becoming more and more aware of some of the underlining truth to Chase' statements, Chase begins to fidget through some paper. He seems intent, if not bent on finding something.| ««
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Looking for something?"
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Annnd so he speaks."
»» |Kevin ignores the verbalization, wholly engulfed and dripping with sarcasm. Perhaps even dripping with the stuff. Vocal inflection is both a fun and funny thing sometimes. And thus, Kevin reiterates| ««
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "…Looking for something?"
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Nooo. Not at all."
»» |Again, Chase relies on the use of blatant sarcasm, still fidgeting between binders, abruptly shifting from page to page in hopes of discovering what it is he is searching for. He quickly stops, and waves his finger about, not elevating his eyes from the paper. He sporadically points in the direction of a nearby pen, which Kevin willingly clasp his palm around. Reading the pages contents, or more so, skimming them; Chase removes the paper, and plants it atop his desk, facing towards Kevin.| ««
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Sign this, wouldcha?"
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Uhm... What is it?"
»» |In that moment, without physically coming into contact with the page in question, he attempts to read it. These ambitions are hastily squandered, as Chase ups the dosage of non-chalent charisma to his voice, fading out his excessive use of sarcastic retorts. He does this to draw Kevins attention away from the pages true content, and he does so successfully.| ««
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Yes, I'm glad you asked. See, you need someone to protect you an-"
»» |A simple snort of derision is relinquished from the mouth and lungs of Kevin, who now leans back in his chair, intent to listen, but momentarily feels an overwhelming urge to interrupt. A single hand is raised, signaling the decease of the conversational progression.| ««
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "-Ahaha, protect me? Really?"
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Could you just listen for a second? yes Kevin, someone to protect YOU. Evan McDonald nearly layed you out in your debut, when you both won. Last Meltdown, you cost him a win. You don't think theres even a prospect that he may seek some revenge? He's an angry, ugly bastard, Kev."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "”Touche."
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "You're obviously a capable, and talented member of this promotion bro. But you need to sand off the edges holding you down. My advice on day one worked. And if you keep listening to me, I can promise you that North American title."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "So what’s the contract?"
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Aha, had you let me finished in the first place... You need someone in your corner. I mean physically, and literally, in your corner. I CAN'T do that because I’m not a contracted member of APW. But with this, with THIS Kev, I will legally be your manager. I'll travel with you, set up publicity, and be in your corner. The North American title will be yours in the blink of an eye.
But there is one task that still stands before you. You versus, Cid Phoenix. The man you beat in your debut via pinfall. A much larger man who will, without a doubt, be looking to beat your ass into the ground and prove himself. So... Ye'. Your decision Kev. Try it on your own, and fulfill your ambitions of glory, and just... Sign."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "...Just sign?"
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Just sign."
»» |Kevin muses for an abrupt interval, though the period hastily drifts to a point of decision. The speech put forward by Chase was elegantly composed, and charismatically articulated. It made Kevin ponder the power and prowess of intellectuality’s effectiveness in attaining victory. Within a sudden burst of motion, Kevin signs his name upon contract. A smirk envelopes Chase' face. One with a devious and sinister underlining cause, though Kevin seems entirely oblivious to it.
Just as the ink trails off the page, at the end of his signature, Chase whisp the page from the desk. He firmly clasp' it within his grip, and excitedly views the page. Unbeknownst to Kevin, the contract he signed legally permitted 80 percent of his earnings to be placed into legal custody of Chase. His aspirations of fortune unknowingly shattered. And this made Chase one happy man.| ««
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Alright, perfect KevKev!"
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "KevKev?"
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "I'll be done here in a few hours. i've just got some paperwork that I need fill out. Go home, buy some dope, go for a drink or two”
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»» |Gently cascading from the inner of a mouth, a lusciously cocaine white heap of smoke elegantly becomes illustrated. Its form spherical, akin to the Earth. Its persistent beauty, like glory, is hastily fleeting, as it is retracted back into the aforesaid mouth. An uproarious clapping reverberates through the confines of the closed office, that Kevin and Chase solemnly inhabit. The smoke escapes the mouth of Dahlia, and lingers in a leisurely way, converging unto the amble quantity of smoke that already stagnantly flows through the air. From a slightly greater distance away from Kevin, a happily derived chuckle escapes the confines of Chase' mouth.| ««
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Very nice!"
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Well shucks, brah."
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Where'd ya' learn to do such a clean and smooth smoke cloud like dat?"
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Well for starters, I was born and raised in B.C. And along with that, it's just practice. S'all in the tounge."
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "That's what she said!"
»» |Blatantly intoxicated by the stimulating herb, grinded into the confines of a joint; better put, stoned; Kevin and Chase both relinquish a tiring, yet exceedingly genuine, pit of laughter over the childish like remark. Kevin sat perched precariously on an empty table, close enough to the wall for leaning his back amongst. He viewed this interval as an aspect of psychological and physical rejuvenation. Through this rest, and the inhalation of THC, to spontaneously fire his minds neurons; Kevin purged and alleviated the tension building within. The joint near its end, Dahlia disrupts the existence of it's cherry, and slides his sky blue beanie over the visible aspects of his face. Though this is no act of Maya, as his eyes are distinguished by an exponential scarlet hue| ««
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "You ready for this man?”
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Of course. I’m ready to verbally obliterate Cid. Like he didn’t learn two weeks ago.”
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Just like we rehearsed.”
»» |An equally high, Chase Washington fidgets with the wiring of his high definition camera. This is for the next addressed promo Kevin needs to conduct for his gala with Cid Phoenix. Along with this, Chase himself had some succeedingly excited news to report the blatantly intrigued, and caring audience. Sarcasm to be noted. Chase ushers over Kevin to stand before the camera. As he does so, his megalomaniacal-esque movements are met with a reverie like ‘bing’ from the camera. Seeing the red light perpetuate unto the confines of the vicinity, Kevin coils a devilishly smirk, akin to one he has witnessed Chase to multiple times.| ««
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Evening boys and girls. Miss me? Aha… I’d assume not. If anything, I’m sure you’re eager to here me bullshit my way out of being pinned last week. And to that, well… I really don’t know what to tell everyone, besides the fact that I fucked up massively. I mean, to be pinned by Leon Roberts, er, uhm. Was it Jake Titan? Hmm. Hard to recollect such a trivial bout. Either way, my face was tainted with a scarlet hue after that encounter. For an in-ring purist, technical messiah, like myself, to be pinned by hardcore, hillbilly morons. Ugh. Ratchet motherfuckers. It’s funny though, isn’t it? Hearing about how “I” am the sole cause for the loss. Yup. I had a more than off week, and completely derailed what little momentum I had time to build here. But to insinuate that this defeat is fault of my own? Well that my friends, is an exponential absurdity.”
»» |The cranium of Dahlia descends, gazing upon the floor on which he arrogantly stands atop. A hand ascends, and his palm comfortably grasp his face. Left to right, left to right. He rotates his head in disdainful shame, though something of prominent sarcasm proliferates his entire purpose. At this point, Chase, who stood behind the camera, maintaining directorship, casually saunters into view of the camera. He places a hand on the blatantly “faking”, sorrow-filled Dahlia, and then turns his gaze towards the camera before him.| ««
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "There there, Kev. See, I can’t help but to concur. Nothing against your “partner”, uhh… what was his name?”
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Don’t be so insulting Chase. It’s… um…”
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Right, well, regardless. Your so called “partner”, which this poorly organized brand, forced into tandem, was no help. Look everyone. Kevin isn’t a tag team wrestler. He’s a single competitor. Apparently Meltdown needs more tag teams, so they thought they would just THROW this future World Champion into a tag team, with a no-talent hack. That pinfall, means nothing, beyond the fact that his partner was no team player.”
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "After all, don’t we all recall what happened two weeks ago on Meltdown, when I WON the match single handedly. An after being hit from behind, and winning the contest, my partner couldn’t even bother to check on me? Aha. No. Besides, I’m looking at this “loss” as a blessing in disguise.”
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "GASP- Really Kev? Now tell me, and all the viewers exactly why that is!”
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Gladly kind sir. According to the “management” on Meltdown - and I do use that term lightly – had my “team” emerged victorious, we would have been sent down the road for tag team championships. Now don’t get me wrong. A title belt is my exact goal and purpose for being within the APW. But not a tag team belt. At least not with that embodiment of a moronic blundering behemoth, that is, Evan McDonald. It’s all for the best if you ask me.”
»» |Kevin and Chase turn towards one another, a mutual eye level met. They burst into an absurdly over-acted, scenery chewing uproarious quantity of laughter. Hysterics, better put. Chase pats Kevin on the back as he turns back to face that of the camera lens.| ««
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Lets not dredge on this anymore though. Rather, lets look towards the future… or the past, better put. See, me and Evan - *cough* me *cough* - were successful in my debut, in which we bested Warren Peace, who somehow has a shot at the North American title, which I thin-”
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "-Kev, another story for another day. We're burning our promos length limitations."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Right, right... In which "I" bested Peace, and Cid Phoenix. And this particularly funny, because this egotistical sonuvabitch APPARENTLY gets a rematch with the New Cancer. Seems his no longer in remission."
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Aha! I see what you did there."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Simply put, this is just a rehash, destined for the same result. Some people never learn, and it seems Phoenix is going to be the prime example of that. But hey, who am I too complain?"
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Ye'. At least you’re not teaming with Evanboy again."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Precisely. See, I feel more than obligated to win this, because APPARENTLY "I" seem to need to prove a point to everyone. Specifically the closed-minded, Cid Phoenix. Even after my illustriously victorious storm over Cid, the very next week, I don't hear my name mentioned once. Rather, all I hear is "*Blah blah blah* Evan McDonald this, *blah blah blah* Evan McDonald that". Sprinkle some irrelevant chatter of former companies like E-W-who-gives-a-shit, and S-C-no-one-fucking-cares, annnd PRESTO! An entirely illogical verbalization has been cast and bestowed by Cidboy. It really made me ponder... What is it that I have to do to make my name stick? And then I realized exactly how simple it was. All I need to do is B E A T it into his simpleton-esque brain. Aha...
Let me make ONE thing clear to, Cid. This match is happening because your fluke against a no-talent-nobody last week, intertwined with my fluke of a loss via-partner, is making management ponder some things. All of a sudden me, the "hot-shot" and "highly discussed" newcomer loses a match, while you, a barely named individual won. They need to reacess if your loss two weeks ago was by fault of your own partner."
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "And hey bud... We understand that better than most."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "So no pressure, but this will possibly be your last shot at ascending to stardom. But alas, I know I will prevail."
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Call it fate."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Call it a scientific deduction, brah. It doesn't matter. I refuse to fumble again. See, you need to look at it like this, Cid. The opening match bears high importance. Its the first match our 'real' bosses, the viewers will see. And that can determine whether or not they'll want to sit through the rest of Meltdown. This match is unofficially-officially the test to see who the best new-kid on the block is. And believe you and me, I plan to charismatically unravel you.
EVERYONE is going to want to tune in to see this. For my prior falter is but a fading mist of the past. I am going to be showing you all your soon-to-be North American Champion. Because hey..."
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "This company has, 'Gotta Be K.D'."
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-- the following roleplay was a, #SmokingTheClouds Production .
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[/b] 2,931 RP#[/b] 2 Match# Vs.[/color] Leon Roberts & Jake Titan Notes This is my attempt at making up for a no-show last week. Early posting and lots of effort, haha. Word count is based on the actual RP itself, and not the template design. Best of luck to Cid. He's a great RPer, and this should make for a good make.[/center][/size][/blockquote]
